This little plume went to market...

I braved the Bazar again. I wanted cucumbers. Remember my theory about how the cosmos tries to crack our souls via bad cucumbers? I figured if there was one place where the cosmos was powerless and the cucumbers were good it would be Bazar Vest. Instead of supermarket cucumbers.

It's a nice place actually. Makes me wish I wasn't unable to be out among people. All those fascinating cultures. It's right smack in the middle of the big ghetto full of immigrants and people with low social status. And you have all those countries melting together in one building. There's the vegetable market where I got my nice cucumbers. And then 50 other small markets and stores. You got everything there. Tailors and groceries and small cafés and just lots of fascinating things. Well, they're fascinating when you're an ignorant white boy like me. Just the smells and sounds are interesting.

And that guy who sold me the cucumbers was so nice. Maybe it's reverse racism but I have a hard time imagining a born and bred Dane being that nice to a freak like me buying cucumbers.

It's a cool place. And I hope I never have to go there again because there are way too many people. The end.

Oh did I forget to mention that Salla came by the Barn yesterday? Yes, he has stopped working there. Maybe I even forgot to say that too. It was nice seeing him again. He should come back. He's cool. But who needs friends anyway.

And it seems he's been replaced by Arne. The monkey man. The one that basically called the entire population of Turkey monkeys that one time. I know you remember that one time because you should be taking notes and following my tales with great interest. But back to Arne. I'm not sure I like him. I don't think I live up to his standards. And don't call me insecure just because I'm convinced I don't sweep the floor right after 8 months. He just hangs around and chats with the boss while we work. Grumble.
monkey see monkey do
Nowt much else is going on I say. Still playing with my toy. My scanner. I'm going to do 2 things with it. 1) scan lots of pointless stuff to annoy you. 2) scan celebrities because they're lovely. And I will make a section on plume.homepage.dk for it. And I will not fail to bother you with it. Let me give you a sample of the pointlessness:

I'm a fanatic fan of the Danish soccer club Brøndby. But you knew that (check your notes). In my young'un days I used to make scrap books. Articles and ratings and pictures from every single game. I don't anymore. But it was fun. And when the season was over and the scrap book full I'd take the left overs and paste them together on the front. Those are 2 of the front covers. With lots of nice Brondby personalities. That jubilant Allan Ravn is from the Champions League game against Bayern Munich when he scored a fantastic winning goal. And you got Ebbe Sand winning some player of the year award. And Thygesen after one of his goals in the CL qualifiers. Peter Madsen from '98. Bent Christensen with the 10. Which Madsen has today. Oh the memories.

I haven't had time to check out the scanning tutorials so they're halfassed scans. But that's better than scans of asses. So don't complain.

Oh and speaking of soccer. The world cup starts tomorrow. Denmark's first game is Saturday so I won't have to skip work for that. Whoever came up with the concept of time difference really should be punished in terrible ways. What was so wrong about that whole "the earth is flat" idea? Scientific progress my ass.

np: zwan - don't let me down (011116)